Pura Vida
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Suddenly, a feeling, lust maybe, overtook me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me again. Almost immediately he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even closer, as if the non-existent space between us was light years apart. Mark's tongue crashed into mine and his hands ran up and down my torso, my hands raking through his silky hair.
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After being selected to be a guest photographer for one of the biggest magazines in the world, Liv's life changed...in more than one way
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.
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